Zhao Xiangwan nodded again: "Okay!" ”

Ji Jinmao's smile was almost flattering: "I'm causing you trouble." ”

Zhao Xiangwan pursed his lips: "It's okay." ”

Ji Jinmao once said that he had a way to get Ji Zhao to follow him, but he didn't expect it to be this way.

Seeing that Zhao Xiangwan's attitude was a little salty, Ji Jinmao was worried that she would be unhappy, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled Ji Zhao and sent it to Zhao Xiangwan.

"In the future, let Ji Zhao follow you. Let him do whatever you do, and give him whatever you eat. Ji Zhao is very good to raise, he doesn't pick what to eat, he doesn't pick clothes, he just can't speak, sometimes he will be a little emotional, you take care of it. ”

Approaching Ji Zhao abruptly, his inner world was once again presented in Zhao Xiangwan's mind in the form of a picture.

It's still the wilderness, it's the big tree, it's still the lark, but there's a lot less snow on the ground, and a small piece of grass is exposed.

The lark didn't fly, it was bouncing on the turf. Like a child discovering a new toy, the little lark pecked at the tender tip of the ground that had just emerged, and looked around curiously.

It is rare to see such a pure and innocent adult world in this noisy world, Zhao Xiangwan asked tentatively: "Isn't the grass green?" It's better to paint some colors. ”

Seeing Zhao Xiangwan's unique way of communicating again, Ji Jinmao was a little nervous, staring at his son's reaction without blinking.

Ji Zhao, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head, and looked at her intently with a pair of black eyes.

Ji Jinmao squeezed his hands hard, and then he controlled himself not to scream. Ji Zhao and her only met for the second time, and they actually looked at her! You must know that Ji Zhao has resisted communicating with people since he was a child, and basically does not make eye contact with people, except for his grandmother, who raised him, Ji Zhao will not look at anyone else.

Even if it was Ji Jinmao, with all his efforts and heart, he still couldn't get Ji Zhao's gaze a few times.

How do you draw colors? 】

A young voice sounded in his mind.

Hearing Ji Zhao's voice, Zhao Xiangwan was relieved. As long as he is willing to communicate with himself, then he can get along.

"If you want it to have color, it will have color."

[Then I'll try?] 】

Ji Zhao's voice gradually became vibrant.

Zhao Xiangwan met his gaze.

It was a beautiful pair of eyes, clear, clean, focused, and the black, dilated pupils seemed to be a black hole, attracting all the light into it, and people couldn't help but rejoice.

Zhao Xiangwan slowed down his speech and spoke clearly: "Try it, the grass is painted green." ”

Once he is willing to communicate, Ji Zhao is very obedient.

He blinked, and the small piece of turf instantly turned green.

In the world of black and white, there is suddenly a touch of dazzling green, even if it is just a little bit, it still makes Zhao Xiangwan feel a sense of accomplishment.

Ji Jinmao couldn't understand what they were saying, so he quietly stabbed Xu Songling's arm: "What do you mean?" Does Zhao Xiangwan usually talk like this? ”

Xu Songling glared at him: "Different people have different ways of speaking and content, is there any problem?" Ji Jinmao shrunk his neck and didn't dare to speak again.

After teaching Ji Jinmao a lesson, Xu Songling remembered what was going on and said to Zhao Xiangwan: "You take him to the Natural Residence Hotel, gather all the waiters who saw Weng Pingfang's lover, and let Ji Zhao draw the portrait." ”

Zhao Xiangwan made a gesture to Zhu Feipeng, motioning for him to drive, while he turned his head to look at Ji Zhao: "Let's ride with us." ”

Ji Zhao had a good impression of Zhao Xiangwan.

No one can understand Ji Zhao's panic, and no one can understand his helplessness, but Zhao Xiangwan can. Listening to her, it doesn't seem like a bad thing.

"If you agree, then nod."

Ji Zhao nodded as he said.

Zhao Xiangwan has a feeling of taking the neighbor's child, but fortunately, this child is very obedient and unpleasant.

Ji Jinmao, who was standing on the side, felt that his nose was a little sour. What Professor Hanks said was right, he should let Ji Zhao have more contact with people, and Ji Zhao already knew that he should nod his head if he agreed!

Zhao Xiangwan hurriedly took out the pen and paper in the filing cabinet, took the picture folder handed over by Ji Jinmao, and went to the Natural Residence Hotel with Ji Zhao, Zhu Feipeng, and He Mingyu again.

As soon as Ji Zhao, who was dressed in civilian clothes, appeared, the waiters were confused by his appearance and a little excited, and they hula-la, looking at him without scruples.

[The Public Security Bureau has such a beautiful policeman? 】

[Better than those movie stars!] 】

[Mom, his skin is whiter than mine, and his eyes are as bright as stars in the sky. 】

When young women huddle together, the excitement in their hearts is bound to be expressed in the form of chirping language.

"Is he also a police officer in your bureau?"

"Where are you? How old is this year? ”

"Comrade officer, are you married?"

The originally quiet hotel conference room suddenly became crowded and noisy.

Ji Zhao's world began to wind.

The wind whipped up the snow on the ground, covering the grass that had been so hard to reveal that it was impossible to see the green that had just been starved.

Zhao Xiangwan sensed that something was wrong, stepped forward to block the approach of the waiters, and said with a cold face: "Don't hinder official business, come one by one!" ”

Zhu Feipeng also stretched out his hand, protected Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao behind him, and scolded sharply: "Stand back!" ”

The two young policemen were heroic, with cold eyebrows, and the waiters were startled and retreated in unison.

The noisy smell of fat powder faded away, and the little lark poked its head out of the nest again.

Zhao Xiangwan felt that this lark hiding in Ji Zhao's inner world was very cute, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Don't blow the wind, isn't it cold?" ”

"I don't want to. 】

Hearing Ji Zhao's heart, Zhao Xiangwan realized that he couldn't control the wind and snow in his inner world, so he comforted: "It's okay, I'll let the wind stop." ”

Ji Zhao paused and nodded slightly.

The smile in Zhao Xiangwan's eyes deepened a little.

If you agree, you will nod, Ji Zhao learns very quickly.

After Zhao Xiangwan calmed Ji Zhao's emotions, he took a pen and paper and handed it to him: "What they say, you just draw it on paper, is it okay?" ”

Painting was an instinct engraved in Ji Zhao's bones, he nodded, sandwiched the white paper on the drawing board, and the pencil turned in a circle on his fingertips.

The slender, white fingers, the joints are thin and powerful, and the pen seems to be alive in his hand.

"The man looked like an official. Forty years old, tall, long hands and feet, well-groomed, very clean. ”

After a few brushstrokes, the back of a tall and tall mature man with a tall figure and a somewhat reserved figure appeared on the paper.

The waiter who spoke was pleasantly surprised: "Yes, yes, that's it." Although he is not young, he is well maintained and his figure is not out of shape. ”

"His face is a little long, his eyes are long, and the corners of his eyes are ...... up."

A pair of beautiful phoenix eyes with shallow eye lines jumped on the paper.

"He has a wide forehead, and he looks like a smart person."

With a few strokes, the wise wide forehead and a beautiful beauty tip in the center of the hair attracted the waiter's surprise words: "Alas, I forgot, yes, yes, although his hair is short, it is so good-looking." ”

"My lips are a little thin, and I often purse them when I don't speak."

With thin lips pursed slightly, combined with slightly narrowed eyes, this person has a little more nobility and reserve.

Half an hour later, the lover who dated Weng Pingfang once a week was shown in front of Zhao Xiangwan little by little.

Tall, phoenix-eyed, thin-lipped, wide-forehead, middle-aged man, full of officialdom......

All kinds of characteristics come together, this man is seven or eight points similar to Zhao Qingyun!

Zhu Feipeng pointed to the portrait and said loudly: "This, isn't this the man I saw at the Four Seasons Hotel that time?" ”

He Mingyu also recognized the man on the paper, and turned his head to look at Zhao Xiangwan: "Do you know this person, who is it?" Zhao Qingyun was secretive when he appeared in the hotel, and everyone didn't see the whole picture, otherwise the staff would say when they saw Zhao Xiangwan: Ah, yes, it's very similar to her!

Zhao Xiangwan frowned.

Zhao Qingyun is a married person, and he is an official in the provincial party committee, he is a man with a head and a face, he has a woman outside, so he naturally has to carry people behind his back, no wonder he covers himself tightly.

It's just that he meets Weng Pingfang once a week, and the frequency is too high. Even if you disguise it, you will be seen. The person sees the forehead, the person notices the eyes, and when the collar is lowered, the nose and mouth are exposed...... Gradually, his entire face was exposed.

Zhao Qingyun probably doesn't know that there is a genius like Ji Zhao in this world, who can depict a person's physiognomy vividly with just a few simple descriptions.

If Zhao Qingyun is the man who dated Weng Pingfang, is he a murderer?

If so, why kill? Murder with passion because of a quarrel, or a deliberate murder to get out of this improper relationship between men and women?

If not, then who is the murderer? Is it Zhao Qingyun's career competitor, or Weng Pingfang's husband, or someone else?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhao Xiangwan felt confused in front of him.

Although she didn't like Zhao Qingyun, it didn't feel good to suddenly know that he might be a murderer.

Ji Zhao seemed to feel Zhao Xiangwan's emotions, lifted the pencil, and lightly tapped it on the back of her hand, moving gently and gently.

A slight touch came, and Zhao Xiangwan saw the little lark standing on the branch, chirping, as if asking with concern: What's wrong with you? Not happy?

I don't know why, Zhao Xiangwan suddenly calmed down.

"I know this person, his name is Zhao Qingyun, and he is a deputy department-level cadre of the provincial party committee."

Chapter 22: It's noisy

◎ I see clearly, he's not a police officer ◎

The next day.

The serious case team invited Zhao Qingyun to the Public Security Bureau, and the employees of the Natural Residence Hotel were also brought over to recognize him.

As soon as they saw Zhao Qingyun's phoenix-eyed slightly narrowed, non-angry and arrogant face, and then observed his behavior, they all widened their eyes and said in unison: "It's him!" ”

Weng Pingfang's underground lover turned out to be Zhao Qingyun.

After it became clear that Zhao Qingyun was the man who had a private meeting with Weng Pingfang at the hotel, the Public Security Bureau quickly arrested him. Upon receiving this news, the entire provincial party committee exploded.

"Zhao Mi was taken away by the people of the Public Security Bureau!"

"What's going on? Economic or criminal? ”